Novel & Cerita Ember Snow Bikini

All in all, we’d only gotten a few hours of sleep in between rounds of lovemaking and talking and laughing. My resolve weakened when she emerged from the bathroom wearing a gray string bikini that brought out her eyes with a sheer white coverup. Somehow, despite all the times I’d seen her naked, her outfit still managed to leave something to the imagination. And my imagination was very fucking active. “Are you actively trying to give me a heart condition? Because I can’t take what you’re wearing right now all day if I can’t put my hands on you.” Ember laughed, planting her hands on her hips and doing a slow turn. “This old thing? Why, I just threw it on.”

Where was she? Just then, Desiree shouted out her name. “Emery!” I turned around to see if she was there, and my jaw dropped. “Looking good, mama!” Desiree exclaimed loudly, making more people look toward her. Karina and Dalton were letting out wolf whistles behind me, but I drowned them out. I focused on the beautiful woman walking over to where we were. She was wearing a white bikini, and it hugged all of the curves and indents of her body. She was shining under the sun, and her hair bounced as she walked. She let out an embarrassed smile, and I swear that my heart just stopped.

014. Axel’s gaze roamed over Amber’s bikini-clad body, his eyes lingering on her curves. Her bikini was a vibrant, electric blue, with beautiful white floral patterns that accentuated her tanned skin. The tiny triangles barely contained her full breasts, and the high-cut bottoms hugged her hips, showcasing her toned legs. Amber’s long, midnight black hair cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful smile. Her sunglasses perched on her forehead, and her lips shimmered with gloss.

WREN’S POV The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care. I picked out a bikini that complimented my auburn hair perfectly. It is a deep emerald green with delicate gold accents that shimmered faintly in the light. The color made my hair look like it was aflame, glowig like the embers of a dying fire. Over it, i slipped on a sheer white sarong that tied at my waist, teasing just enough to be alluring without overdoing it.

This quaint little nook is dedicated to beach lovers, showcasing an assortment of surfboards and a wide range of vibrant swimming attire. As I browse through the collection, a stunning bikini captures my attention. It's an eye-catching hot pink number, striking in design with a daring thong bottom. I can't resist; I grab it the moment I spot my size, excitement coursing through me. Sebastian eyes my choice skeptically, his protective instinct kicking in as he murmurs, "Babe, I don’t think so. You're already showing way too much skin, and every guy here is checking you out. I'm just two seconds away from pulling out my gun and threatening them all."

He wore tailored, dark-blue swim trunks, a sight meant to be demanding, to force a response. Rubi, equal to the task, met his gaze, allowing her own inherent allure to radiate through her composure. She reached into her woven beach bag and pulled out the planned distraction: a vibrant, white and red polka dot bikini. It was simple, perfectly cut, and impossibly fetching—an innocent pattern draped over a body that suggested anything but innocence.

"Are you okay, El? It seem like you want to kill someone." "I'm fine." She smiled and suddenly started unbuttoning her sleeves.. "Woah, what are you doing, El?" He stopped her before anything else could happen. She take off his hand and continue unbuttoning. "I forgot that we're on the beach." Her oversized long sleeve fell off in the sand and her perfect curve body show off, wearing a black halter bikini. There's a fixed triangle on each sides of the top together around the neck wherein there's a thicker straps and moderate bust coverage.

Tanned, beautiful bodies lounged on teak chaises, splashed in the infinity pool that seemed to pour into the valley below, and clustered around the open bar. He found her by the deep end, holding court. Emma was a vision in a barely-there white bikini, the triangles of fabric doing a heroic job of containing her full, perfect breasts. The bottom was a scrap of lace that disappeared into the cleft of her ass. A sheer, gauzy wrap was tied loosely around her hips, doing nothing to obscure the view. Her skin was golden, slick with sunscreen and a fine sheen of sweat. “Mason,” she purred, spotting him. Her eyes traveled over him, from his wind-tousled dark hair down the solid plane of his chest,

“We need to get you into something hot. Something that screams vacation goddess.” “Clara—” “Nope,” Clara cut her off, opening her wardrobe and rifling through hangers. “Let’s see… absolutely not… too plain… oh, no no no… hmm—aha!” She turned around with a triumphant smile, holding up a stunning Birkin bikini set with a sheer cover-up. “This. This is it.” Elena stared at it. “Oh no, Clara, it’s fine. I can just wear something simple—” “Simple?” Clara gave her a look of mock horror. “Honey, we are not doing simple. You’re wearing this.”

“Ok, ok, ok, let’s do this.” I grabbed my new white bikini I had ordered and pop on my favorite gold body chain, my Dior slides, a white oversized boyfriend shirt cover up, my Celine aviators, I sprayed some of my Baccarat perfume on, grabbed my Dior carry all tote with all my beach essentials, and head downstairs to meet with everyone. The girls are all beach ready looking like golden goddesses as we all excitedly start to head for the door when Eli calls, “excuse me, where are you going? You haven’t had your breakfast yet.”